Gregor and the under turning up

chapter 1 gregor and the under turning up

Beads of sweat rolled down the length of his back as Gregor unloaded the final box from his car and brought it up to his old apartment. The place was still as run down as it was when he lived in it as a kid and thanks to the thousand of dollars his familyhad received from Vikus to start them off six years ago and the steady income of his and both of his parents jobs he could afford a better place but he couldn't imagine living anywhere else. This is where it had all started.

As he set the final box down on the floor and paid the movers who had helped him Gregor had already made up his mind about what he was going to do first.

Making his way down to the laundry room he remembered why he asked his dad not to help him move in the first place. No one wanted him coming back here, especially his parents, and they would never allow Gregor to check the room if they had been there.

The room looked exactly as it had when Gregor last saw it. The machines were against the walls the and in rows in the middle and in the corner of the room was the little metal grate. With shaking fingers he pulled off the lid and stuck his head out into the darkness.

Nothing.

Disappontment seized him and he was instantly anger at himself. What had he expected? A bat to wait outside the gate for him for six years until he decided to show up? Of course no one would be waiting for him. That would be stupid. So why did he feel so lousy?

"You're not going to find anything there, " announced a voice from the doorway. "That grate's been quiet for six years."

Gregor turned to find an old lady standing,  looking down at him with a mix of emotion s.

"Mrs. Cormaci, " he greeted her with a grin.

Smiling she shook her head at him. "Why don't you come up to my apartment? I made way too much pasta salad this morning and I couldn't possibly eat it all myself.

Gregor laughed. Some things never changed. "Okay, " he agreed, recovering the gaping hole that led to theUnderland